Yes, I believe, truly.

Then I want you to remove it at once, never to wear it within this castle again. Do you know how a falcon is trained, my dear? Her eyes are sewn shut. Blinded temporarily, she suffers the whims of her god patiently, until her will is submerged and she learns to serve, as your god taught and blinded you with crosses.

You had me take off my cross because it offended..

It offended no one. No, it simply appeared to me to be discourteous to wear the symbol of a deity long dead. My ancestors tried to find it, to open the door that separates us from our creator.

But you need no doors to find God. If you believe

Believe? If you believe, you are gullible. Can you look around this world and believe in the goodness of a god who rules it? Famine, pestilence, war, disease, and death: they rule this world.

There is also love and life and hope.

Very little hope, I assure you. No, if a god of love and life ever did exist he is long since dead. Someone or something rules in his place.